All around me I ‘see’ squalls
of chaos howling, squealing
as they spin in terrifying twirls.
Swirling clouds, screaming,
clawing at exhausted whirls
of stubborn wishes refusing
to die!
Yes, refusing
to die, die, die
And so, wishes will be water –
forming and reforming,
flowing without forming
dissolving into mist and ether
